Azizam V01 Ch. 02: We Are Azizam

Legends of the Azizam

Volume 1 - The Making

Chapter 2: We Are Azizam

*** Victor ***

Victor woke with a start and looked down in horror as Annie rubbed her face on his cock. He got to his feet quickly and went to the kitchen to find his keys. Sarah stared apologetically as Victor snatched his keys and made his way to the garage and started his car. It was crazy! All the sudden, Sarah is talking about sex with Annie and then Annie is making advances. Un-fucking-believable!

Victor just missed the garage door when backing out, unable to wait for it to fully open. He backed down the driveway far too fast and came to a squealing stop just before he hit the neighbor's mailbox. Slamming the car in drive, Victor peeled away from his own house.

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'Yeah, fucking right.' Victor thought, seeing another text from Sarah begging him to come home. Victor had woken up in his car, again. He was in the parking lot of an unfamiliar pub, again. His head felt like it was shaped like a football and the headache was so bad that he couldn't think.

His pajamas and tee shirt were soiled and smelled like booze and body odor. This was the third morning he'd woken up feeling like this. Victor drove aimlessly, still unable to believe this bullshit, even after rolling it around in his mind endlessly for days.

Victor slammed his hand on the steering wheel and made a wild right turn on to a nameless street he'd never seen before. Sarah was a closet freak, that's what it was. The bitch was crazy and that was all there was to it.

Victor needed to go back to the house and kick her and Annie - a strange, young adult, out of his house. It was his house, after all. Now Sarah had the nerve to ask him to... what? Teach her young friend how to have sex? Unbelievable. Unacceptable. Victor read the latest text again.

Sarah: "Victor, please come home. There is so much I need to tell you. Annie and I are very sick and we need your help." 

Victor: "I'm on my way."

Victor had unconsciously turned back to the house moments before he sent the reply. He was on his way back to his house to kick them out. That's what he was going to do. After three excruciatingly long days of drunken consideration, he had decided to leave Sarah and Annie.

The decision broke his heart, but Sarah's values now seemed so far apart from his own that he was certain that he couldn't continue, despite how much he loved her. This last day was incredibly painful for him emotionally. His world had been turned upside down and he was having a hard time functioning well enough to drive. He was certain that he would need therapy after this.

Victor let himself in and expected to see a plaintiff Sarah there to meet him in the kitchen as he entered. Instead, he found her in the living room on the couch, her forearm across her forehead. She reached out to him, uncovering her face. Her face was laden with wrinkles that hadn't been there previously and her lips were chapped. Sarah looked tired and dejected. Her tiny body looked even thinner now and her eyes were cloudy.

"Victor, my love." Sarah whispered, reaching out to him.  

"Awe, Sarah. What happened to you? Are you sick?" Victor said with pure love in his eyes. His angst and worry were quickly fading behind concern for the woman he still loved. He caught his own reflection in some glass and realized that his eyes were red ringed with bags under them. His hair was in disarray and he needed to shave.

"Yes. I'm dying. So is Annie." Sarah said softly, her voice cracking.

"What?!" Victor said incredulously. "We need to get you to a hospital."

"No!" Sarah said with the emphasis she could muster. "They can't help us..." Sarah paused and drew a ragged breath, "... but you can."

"I don't understand." Victor closed his eyes and shook his head.

"I'm so sorry. There's so much you don't understand, and that's all my fault." Sarah drew another ragged breath and got right to the point. "Remember how we would dirty talk about you feeding me?"

"Yes." Victor replied, understanding the reference to Sarah's constant insistence that she swallow his ejaculate.

"That's literally what you were doing. I'm not a normal person, my love. I literally need it to live. I'm starving to death."

"You know this sounds crazy, Sarah. I don't know what to think."

"Just feed me, sweet Victor. You will see."

"I..." Victor hesitated. Her request seemed logical; if she was better after then she was right. More than likely she wouldn't be and it would prove that she was crazy or deluded. "I'm not sure I could if I wanted to."

"Stroke your cock, my love. Can I help?"

"Yes." Victor acquiesced after a very long pause.

"Just relax." Sarah said softly.

Sarah started to hum softly. Victor immediately felt soothed and relaxed. He brushed her pale cheeks softly, not wishing harm to her but still unable to believe that feeding her like this would help. She looked awful though... This was crazy. Victor sighed and resigned himself to try.

He knew he should be calling emergency services, but Victor fished his flaccid penis from his jeans and rubbed it absently. His mind was flying wild and he couldn't focus, his ongoing emotional and mental trauma still clouding his mind. This wasn't going to work.

Sarah's hum turned into audible sounds and Victor's contentment grew, and so did his cock. Sarah's pitch was perfect and she sang in a tongue Victor didn't comprehend but somehow understood. He was filled with love and, as he looked down again, he saw his beautiful partner on the couch in front of him.

She was pinching her full naked breasts. Her tongue licked her full lips sensually as she locked gazes with him. It was odd - that wasn't how she had looked a moment before. Victor tried to focus on this vision of his Sarah. He rubbed his cock harder and faster as the pace of her melody quickened.  

Victor's mind was now full of thoughts of them together over the years and all of the naughty memories they had shared. He closed his eyes, fixating on a very arousing moment and he could feel the orgasm building. Sarah's voice somehow reached a crescendo and so did Victor.

As he came, he bent and placed it in her inviting mouth. Her singing stopped and Victor felt and saw her chapped lips gripping the head of his cock as he unloaded three days of saved semen into her hungry mouth. Sarah milked his balls and didn't miss a single drop.   

When Victor's orgasm had subsided, he sank down beside her. His mind reeled again at what had just happened. A wave of guilt washed over him. The visions and waking dreams he just had were so real. He'd never had such vivid daydreams.

As he gazed at her he could see color returning to her cheeks despite the fact that she appeared different from the vision he'd just seen. Wrinkles smoothed as if by some magic. Within minutes Sarah sat up and, apart from her chapped lips, looked like a totally different woman now than she had just moments before. This time it wasn't some dream, it was real.

"My god, what is this?" Victor said softly, in disbelief.

"Victor, I am an aziza. We're azizam, Annie and I." Sarah said, matter of fact as she took his cheeks in her hands. Her green eyes, now much clearer, changed to a pleading look. "Please believe it. How could I ever tell you?"

"I..." Victor paused, his mind jumbled again. "What? Are azizas everywhere?" Victor asked, suddenly full of questions. The word felt strange on his lips. Was this a dream?

"No, azizam are rare. But we don't have time to talk about that now. We need to help Annie."

"I don't think I can." Victor complained as Sarah pulled him to his feet with a strength he didn't know she had. Victor pulled back but Sarah was able to move him with her insistence. She pulled him a few grudging steps toward the stairs. Victor resisted again and Sarah released him. "I can't, I just can't. She's so young."

"She's eighteen and can make her own decisions. Please come and see, then decide what you will or won't do." Sarah said, her eyes begging him.

Victor's insides were in turmoil. He felt like he was in the middle of a train wreck and couldn't escape. Some kind of emotional nightmare he couldn't wake up from. The man at the bar called Victor fucking stupid for not wanting both a hot thirty-something and a willing eighteen-year-old. He was absolutely still put off by the idea, having always imagined himself as a monogamous man. However, when he darkened Annie's doorway his heart melted.

Annie's form was thin and half nude. Her tiny breasts were little more than lumps atop visible ribs on her chest and she looked emaciated, as if she'd been starving for weeks. Annie's pale green eyes were sunken into dark hollows. Half-open eyes showed the same kind of cloudiness, as if she had cataracts. Her naturally tan skin now looked pale and sweaty. Annie's black hair seemed to be a little gray and her cheek bones protruded from her gaunt face.

"Oh, Annie." Victor swooned as entered the room and knelt beside her. He held Annie's hand and sobbed quietly for a moment before looking up at Sarah, his eyes full of tears. Victor was fond of the girl and didn't want to see harm come to her.

"It's worse for her because she's transitioning." Sarah said solemnly, looking from Victor back to Annie. What she said made no sense to Victor's troubled mind.

"Vic, feed me. Please." Annie whispered hoarsely, squeezing his hand with a grip so weak he could barely feel it.

Victor looked back to see Annie's eyes flutter open for a moment. Annie's eyes were cloudy and unfocused, her own chapped lips moving but the sound seemed trapped inside her. Victor touched her cold skin and shivered. His nightmare had just become worse. Annie's grasp failed and her eyes closed and she went limp. Victor stood and turned away into Sarah's arms, crying.

"God. Please, no!" Victor wailed, sobbing into Sarah's frail shoulder. "What have I done? How can we make her better?"

"Will you feed her?" Sarah asked, a hard look in her eyes.

"Yes." 

Sarah began to hum again, and Victor's beleaguered mind gave way immediately to her comforting song. This time he didn't try to think. The last bit of reality he registered was being made to shuffle near the bed and Sarah dropping his trousers and handling his penis.

The erotic visions overwhelmed him, and he was lost in the mental images. Time lost its meaning and he couldn't tell if he had been dreaming indefinitely, or only for a moment. He felt a surge through his body and an intense release before he snapped back to reality.  

The song had ceased. Victor stared down to see his pulsing cock poised inside Annie's lips. Her jaw was open but slack. His guilt intensified seeing his come in her mouth and he began to weep. He was defiling this young woman as she appeared to lay on death's door. Then something started to change. Victor caught his breath when he saw color returning to her cheeks.

As if in slow motion, Victor saw her usual light tan color slowly wash over Annie's pale body. He could barely believe what he was seeing. Victor sobbed and put his hand over his mouth when Annie sucked in a deep breath. Another deep breath followed and another after that. Annie's eyes fluttered open and, although she looked very, very tired, her eyes were clear. Annie smiled weakly and reached out to Victor who fell into her frail arms.